Founded in 2020

About Me

At the time of starting this blog, I was 42. 42! The answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything, 42. 

I thought I had everything figured out. Who I was. What I was to the world. What I had to offer. But after 5 plus years of infertility treatments, IVF, Egg Donation and science finally brought us our daughter, Remington Jane. 

Then I realized the past 42 years of developing and evolving myself meant absolute shit. 

I was a different person now. Some inalienable truths remained the same about me but other facets began to emerge. 

I am and have always been a secret people pleaser. I am a new found homebody. Dedicated wine drinker. Permanent cat servant. A renewed cathartic writer. 5 years a wife to a man I don’t deserve. 5 years an infertility warrior, which is a badge I wear with honour. And for the past 14 weeks (at the time of starting this blog) I have crossed into, stumbled through, blundered about and joyously leapt into the realm motherhood.

I always have to have a beverage going, be it carbonated water or a hot tea gone cold. Or both. Definitely both. Or wine. I do like wine.

If you don’t want an honest answer, don’t ask me. I’ll always try to cushion the blow, but darling, if the man is no good, or if you have shmutz in the corner of your eye, I will tell you. I once had to break it to a friend that her discreet farts were not so secret.  Somebody’s got to be that person, eventually. Best be me now than someone that really matters, too late. 

I also laugh inappropriately when people scream in terror. Mainly on tv, but there have been one or two mangirl hollers that have left me in tears IRL.

I am a proud Canadian and I live in the best city to live in, in Canada. 

I love food. All sorts. Except for seafood and shellfish, because they don’t like me. I think? I have rekindled my love for cooking and being in the kitchen since my daughter was born. I love being in our kitchen. Even with parties at our house. Why is it that parties always end up in the kitchen. . . ?

I lose my train of thought a lot and side track quite often. Hey, sometimes it IS the journey not the destination. 

Small and simple things make me happy. I also like to shop, so there are many tchotchkes in my home, much to the hubs chagrin. You can call me a stage 1 hoarder and I won’t be offended. Jut now I hoard baby stuff. 

I will show and tell my new shopping and service finds. I love talking about new things I have discovered, again, much to the hubs chagrin. So I guess it’s good I have this as an outlet now. 

I am an ardent supporter of all things eco-friendly and green. I have been trying to switch my household over into more sustainable and environmentally-sound initiatives over the last 5 years. I think it’s going well. 

And before you point out the irony, I said I was eco-friendly, not a minimalist. There is nothing about me that is minimal. Which is something that I am working on actively.  

This blog is a labour of love and has been a long time coming. My ability to write has waxed and waned over the years, but my passion has never. 

I guess I was just waiting for the right path to chronicle. 

I spoke in length about all things infertility and more in our Facebook Blog, Finding Baby Grantham, where I found a voice and an community that I wanted to grow with once my daughter arrived. 

So here we are. 

First-time mum, over 40 and winging it. 

If you have any ideas for projects, services or ideas you want me to explore, please reach out on the Contact Me page. I am all ears and willing to entertain almost anything. 

DISCLAIMER: I do work for a living, as this blog does not bring home the bacon. Mmmmm. Bacon. So I will let you know that these posts are my own ramblings, thoughts and ideas and do not represent my employer.